She treked over to the drop-off, making sure to watch her footing and knowing that one misstep would mean catastrophe, not only for her Canon camera that was out of it's camera bag and in her hands but herself. Getting too close to the cliffs was looked at as if someone had a bit of a death wish. She just wanted a picture. The girl pointed the camera down to face the rocks in the water that the waves were lapping against. The sea foam was a shocking shade of white against the brown cliffs and even against the clear, light blue of the sea. She pressed the button to take a picture, humming in satisfaction as she stepped away from the cliff with her camera – and herself – free of harm.
The sky was almost completely clear, just a few clouds that lazily drifted across the pale blue sky were there. They reminded her of cotton candy during dusk, when the sun splashed them with a beautiful shade of pink. She knew that she couldn't wait around here until dusk or come back at dawn to get the photographs she wanted, but maybe at a later time. The sun shone proudly at just a little off it's maximum height, the time was probably around one in the afternoon. It was a pity she could never get a good picture with the sun in it, it always hurt her eyes too much to even think about it, even when she glanced at the sun from the corner of her eyes.
She walked lazily over to a grassy hill and crouched down, her slim pale legs folding easily underneath her as she raised the camera to take a picture of the horizon from the sea. It looked like the pale blue sky and the clear waters almost merged together, if the water wasn't a slightly darker shade than the sky was. The breeze picked up throwing sand up, the grass around, and her hair into a tangled mess. It didn't affect her until some of the dark red-brown strands went in front of the lens, blocking the perfect shot she had in front of her. Frowning, the girl put the camera down and tied up her, as of right now, unruly hair in a messy ponytail. She quickly picked the camera back up, snapping a quick few shots of the horizon, two of the grassy hills in the shot as well. Looking at the shots before deciding which ones to keep and which ones to delete, she noticed that one hill came forth from what appeared to be the middle of the right frame of the shot and dive forward, coming to a stop at nearly the bottom-left corner. A couple of the fluffy white clouds had made it in the picture, their whispy strands making them look as if the wind had whipped them around, like a cotton candy maker would do before collecting it on a small paper cone. There was a lens flare, just a small one just underneath the cloud to the left, and she could see how the sky faded from a sky blue near the top of the shot to a light blue in it's midsection to nearly white, but still blue at the horizon. And all the way to the left, her green eyes finally making it to the left side of the small screen that held the picture, there was a small corner of a hill. She could see all the different colors of the small grasses and plants that the one small corner held.
That one would definately be kept, she smiled to herself as she thought about coming back to this area. It was nice, and the hills would be a perfect place to stretch out to relax. The air was perfect and clean, the sea breeze not too harsh but not something that would be described as hardly there. This place was perfect. She turned away from the sea and walked along the grass to her small, but reliable, grey truck. She put her camera back in it's bag and put the keys into the slot. The girl smiled to herself, this place was beautiful. And she was definately coming back.